The Mistress of Spices Page #3

Fine.

Then I'm gonna move in with Tony!

Because he's been asking me.

All this time I've been saying no

because I've been thinking of you.

But now I will.

Then I'll just go ahead and marry him.

Because that's what we want.

I do not know what to do.

So I came to you.

I know you can help.

Please.

Almond powder and kesar to boil in milk.

The whole family must drink it.

To sweeten your words

and remember the love buried under the anger.

Thank you.

It's so late.

I'll take a taxi home instead of bus.

Haroun.

Please forgive me, spices.

I've been distracted.

How could I forget the kalo jire

to shield Haroun from the evil eye?

Hey.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean to...

- It's nothing.

Here, let me take a look.

Here. Put some water on it.

Clean it out.

Is that better?

Ladyjaan?

What's going on?

- Haroun...

- You should um...

You should put something on that cut.

Yes, I'll get a neem leaf.

Please help him. It's OK, I'm in no hurry.

You should be careful

who you let in your store after dark.

There's all kinds of mad people roaming

around this neighborhood.

How come your door wasn't locked today?

Just last week a man broke

into the Sri Lankan 7-Eleven

and shot the owner in the chest three times.

Better you ask this fellow to leave

while I'm still being here.

Haroun, I can look after myself very well.

And it's best you do not insult my customers.

I was...

I was speaking out of concern like a brother.

I see I stepped too far.

I didn't mean it like that.

What right have I, a poor... taxi driver...

to advise you... a lady?

Haroun, please don't go.

I'll have your package in a few minutes.

Haroun, please!

- I'm sorry about...

- It's OK.

He uh... He seemed kind of pissed off, though.

Is he? Are you and he?

No, no, no, he's just a loyal customer.

He needed some kalo jire for protection.

How can you be so sure what he needs?

I just know.

Like you know what I need?

Why did you give me that tea to drink?

For clarity... at work.

Well, ever since you gave it to me,

I've been having the most incredible dreams...

...remembering all this stuff

that I'd completely forgotten about.

I don't know how you do it, but you're incredible.

I'm sorry, spices.

Are you OK?

I must give him the asafoetida

and send him away for ever.

Um... I'm sorry...

It's... It's very late.

I hope I haven't offended you.

Just I... I just... I just wanted to thank you.

Maybe I can buy you some dinner sometime

and we can go somewhere nice.

- I can't leave the store.

- I mean when you're not busy with the store.

You must get a day off sometime.

I could pick you up on my bike and...

What's your favorite food?

Sushi, Italian.

I know a great little place in Chinatown.

- It has the most...

- I can't leave the store.

Are you married? Have you got a boyfriend?

No! No.

I guess your family wouldn't approve, huh?

Are they real traditional?

I've broken too many rules already.

I think you should leave.

I'm sorry, I never gave you your true spice.

Please... do not leave me... spices.

You must speak to me again.

My spices, I knew you wouldn't abandon me.

Garlic never fails.

It is known as the wonder food back home.

You know, I have the perfect thing for you today.

Paan... a must at the end of every couple's meal.

What it has here is slivers of supari

for intoxication...

...shredded coconut for sweet words...

fennel seeds to digest them...

...and... cardamom...

to make the words last forever.

We broke up.

She said it was all going too fast.

I guess I overwhelmed her.

I'm sorry.

I thought I was onto something good.

Spices, why punish him when I broke the rules?

I came by to ask if I could put this up

in your window.

Yeah, sure.

I'm teaching a new karate class.

Jagjit?

Yes, it's Jagjit.

I remember that look.

Thanks, huh?

Hello, Jagjit.

It's Jag.

- Everything better in school now?

- Who told you?

Well, the boys, they don't trouble you any more?

I've got friends now.

Oh, cinnamon, friend maker,

what have you done? What friends are these?

Cinnamon, we are losing him.

Spices, speak to me.

Is this the way you've chosen to punish me?

And what about him?

How will you punish him?

Don't spices.

He didn't mean to touch me.

I won't see him again, spices.

Please, don't hurt him.

Hi.

Such perfect timing, my clever spices.

I wanna make a special meal for someone,

but I've never cooked Indian before.

She looks like she's never chopped an onion

in her life.

I was hoping you could help me with that.

Yes, of course.

My problem is, I don't know what I want.

Who are you cooking for?

Well, it's for this guy I've been dating.

But he's been kinda distant lately.

I wanna make something easy.

But I don't want the smell to get into my hair

and stay in the house.

You know what I mean?

Um... I'll find the perfect thing for you.

Great.

I could give her mischievous mustard seed

to send him away from her forever.

I really appreciate this.

He's gonna love it.

Maybe you can make him

a sumptuous biryani with green cardamom.

You are speaking to me again.

OK.

Cardamom, to bind true loves.

Then it must be her that he needs.

Who am I to take away their happiness?

- Here's your change.

- Thanks so much.

I'll have him eating out of my hand after this.

I'll let you know how it turned out.

You must. Good luck.

I must let him go.

Or the spices will destroy us both.

I've neglected what is important.

Anant Soni, who comes every month for rendi,

oil from the castorplant.

to massage into his mother's arthritic hands.

And Prameela Viji

who sells million-dollar houses.

and sends the money to her sister in a shelter.

I'll give her a special blend

of my garam masala today, for hope.

Thank you, spices,

for reminding me of my duty to others.

Tilo...

Tilo, I need to speak to you.

- Doug, I cannot...

- Just for, like, two minutes.

Please.

I'll get you a nimbu pani. A lime soda.

It'll cool you down.

So uh... what's wrong?

It's my mom.

She died.

I'm so sorry.

Was she with you?

No.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... bust in here like this.

I just... I think I'm in shock, you know.

I should go.

- No, wait.

- No, you were right.

- I shouldn't have come.

- Have this drink.

Please.

Black gold.

Brought by traders round the world.

King of spices.

Is that pepper? That was strong.

To help you tell your deepest secrets.

You can tell me whatever you want.

I won't judge you.

I never really talked about this with anybody.

I don't even know where to start.

I feel so numb.

It's my mom.

Her ashes just showed up at my doorstep.

I don't even know how they found me.

I never wanted to see her again till I met you.

The truth is,

my mom died for me a long time ago.

My dad was an orphan

who met my mom at a roadside diner.

His hands were always so black

from working at the refinery.

But my mom's hands...

... were always perfect.

Vroom! Vrooom!

She looked like a movie star.

You know, she had these high pointy heels.

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